To-day, to-morrow through all time, Oft as our hands can wield the sword; Fight shore with shore, fight sea with sea, Fight all that are or e'er shall be!" [Dido Slays Herself with Eneas' Sword.]— (CRANCH.) Dido, trembling, wild with brooding o'er Her dread design, rolling her blood-shot eyes, Her quivering cheeks suffused with spots, bursts through The inner threshold of the house, and mounts With frantic mien the lofty funeral pile, Unsheathes the Trojan's sword-a gift not sought I have founded, and have seen my walls ascend; Had the Dardanian fleet ne'er touched my shores!" "I shall die unavenged-yet, let me die! Thus, thus 'tis joy to seek the shades below. These flames the cruel Trojan on the sea While thus she spoke, the attendants saw her fall The lofty halls. The rumor of the deed Raves through the shaken city. Every house Resounds with grief, and groans, and women's shrieks; As though all Carthage or the ancient Tyre The flames were rolling. Breathless, terrified, With trembling steps, her sister hears, and through [The Pitiful Death of Dido, Destroyed by the Treachery of Venus.]-(MORRIS.) * * * She reached the topmost stair, And to her breast the dying one she fondled, groaning sore, And with her raiments strove to staunch the black and flowing gore. Then Dido strove her heavy lids to lift, but back again They sank, and deep within the breast whispered the deadly bane: Three times on elbow struggling up a little did she rise, And thrice fell back upon the bed, and sought with wandering eyes The light of heaven aloft, and moaned when it was found at last. *Then on her long-drawn agony did Juno pity cast, Her hard departing; Iris then she sent from heaven on high, And bade her from the knitted limbs the struggling soul untie. For since by fate she perished not, nor waited deathdoom given, But hapless died before her day by sudden fury driven, Not yet the tress of yellow hair had Proserpine off shred, Nor unto Stygian Orcus yet had doomed her wandering head. So Iris ran adown the sky on wings of saffron dew, And colors shifting thousand-fold against the sun she drew, And overhead she hung: "So bid, from off thee this I bear, Hallowed to Dis, and charge thee now from out thy body fare." -(CONINGTON.) *Then Juno, pitying her long pain, And all that agony of death, Sent Iris down to part in twain The clinging limbs and struggling breath. For, since she perished not by fate, Nor fell by alien stroke reserved, By sudden spasm of frenzy nerved, On saffron wings impearled with dew That flash against the sunlit skies Full many a varied hue; Then stands at Dido's head, and cries: She spake and sheared the tress away; then failed the life-heat spent, And forth away upon the wind the spirit of her went. "This lock to Dis I bear away And free you from your load of clay;" So shears the lock; the vital heats -(CRANCH.) Great Juno, then, Pitying her lingering agony and death, From off her head, nor to the Stygian gloom |